#portrait:: buttercup

[whiteboardartstudios]

I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

[antidarkheart]

Buttercup 💛 For the lovely @lizziefreemanva

[biffybobs]

Family birthday train to round 5 is now departing from the kitchen. Goopy and Gunky being cute, and Judith meets her son Vita 👶

[mollywog]

back for round two let’s go

🐑 (fake set of fic tags): modern au roommates, mutual pining, jealous!katniss, hot chocolate

Eeep! Thank you for playing @vasilissadragomir

Katniss Everdeen is not in love with her roommate; She doesn’t care what Finnick says. Sure he’s maybe the kindest person she’s ever met and he gives the best back rubs. And sure, there’s nothing she rather do than drink hot chocolate and commiserate with him in their home after a shitty week, but that’s because they’re friends. So what if she doesn’t like any of his girlfriends? None have been good enough for him, she honestly can’t picture anyone good enough… that is until her sister asks him out..

Adding tags: meddling Prim, matchmaking Prim, misunderstandings,

Fake fic ask game

[carlosrdzart]

Hello everyone!

I did a fanart portrait of Him from Powerpuff Girls.

[nabs-draws]

Sugar and spice and everything nice!

It's the Powerpuff girls.

This is from my current "Powerpuffgirls meet Kpop" project and to get familiar with their faces, I decided to draw Photocards..Which turned out to be a very difficult tast because I haven't drawn portraits in ages but I think for me being rusty at it, they turned out kinda okay...I guess....?

I just wrote on my agenda that I need to re-learn how to paint hair...

Anyway. I hope you like them :)!

[racylightblueuniverse]

PPG: Hug Or Jail?! by RacyLightBlueUniverse

Isrrael: Now Get Out Of Here Harpies!

——————————————————————————————————–————————– Oh How Are You?, I Still Wanted To Draw Interactions Of My Fansonas With Canon Characters, The Context The Girls(Mostly Bubbles) Gave My Ruffsona Two Options: Get A Hug Or Go To Jail, He Obviously Chose To Go To Jail And Now He’s Upset Because The Girls Are Still Close To Him While Blossom Thinks He Has An Evil Plan, Bubbles is Confused and Buttercup just thinks he’s a cry baby, Also He Did Not Commit A Crime In This Case He Just Wants To Be Away From The PPGs, I Hope You Like It!!!!! :3c

Notes: -His Info: https://tmblr.co/Zjzxzdbjs0JiuW00 -I Just Wanted To Show The Type Of Relationship Between Him And The Girls! -It’s Also A Simple Idea I Had! -I’m Still Needing To Draw More Prison Themes! -Links Full: Tumblr, Twitter, Pixiv, Instagram and Deviantart

Blossom, Bubbles And Buttercup - Craig McCracken/Cartoon Network Isrrael (Rowdyruff Boy Sona/Self Insert or RRBSona/Self Insert) - Me Art - Me The Powerpuff Girls © Craig McCracken/Cartoon Network

[rebeccawangart]

Nori (2024)

This is a longhaired calico cat named Nori. Her portrait was done with Derwent pastel pencils on 30x40 cm (12x15.5 in) pastelmat. The original color of the pastelmat was buttercup (a light yellowish color) and I completely covered it with pastel because the background was too light for the cat to stand out. I love working with pastel pencils!

[maxispixels]

HANDPICKED

PART FOUR.

Hobie Brown x GN!Reader

1.8k words

You work at a flower shop in late 70s London and Hobie's being a menace. Slowburn? Probably will be around 10 parts. Strangers to reluctant acquaintances to friends to something more. Maybe a lil' messy?

CW: One slightly suggestive joke

Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight.

The pages of your sketchbook had taken a darker turn. Besides a few buttercups here and there, you had stopped drawing flowers. No, now you had a new subject, far more fascinating, but also far more complex.

You just couldn’t get his face right, no matter how much you tried, his features never felt like him. His nose was too small, then too wide, his skin never the right shade, and you couldn’t remember if he was wearing lipstick or not. 

You were so frustrated, you threw your sketchbook across your tiny flat. The loud thump almost startled you, filling you with instant regret. You hoped you didn’t break it as you rushed to get it back.

Somewhat, the crumpled paper made it look just a bit more like him, the scrappy charm of wrinkled pages suiting his style. You felt like the drawing was mocking you for even caring.

You hated how you found yourself tinkering with your little radio, trying to find the station he put on at the shop, never quite managing to reach it. The static hissed and crackled, occasionally interrupted by snippets of cheerful pop songs or somber news reports. None of it sounded right, none of it was him. 

You didn’t even want to listen to punk at the moment. You just wanted to understand him. Figure him out. His whole attitude. How he seemed to care about so many things people didn’t care about, how he didn’t care about what people did care about.��

That was totally what this whole thing was about. Definitely, mh hm. Just trying to understand.

After all, he had that air, like he knew something more. Like he figured out something you didn’t, and you wanted to know what that was. Maybe if you had listened to him talk instead of memorizing his face… All of that to not even be able to make a proper portrait. What a shame.

The weather kept getting colder as the days passed, and the heating in your home still wasn’t on. You were doing free extra hours at the shop just to enjoy the warmth. There was not a speck of dust left there—not even on the old radio. 

Even Rose scolded you about spending too much time there. You told her about the boy, how he brought the buttercups. You were a little sad they were going to wilt, so Rose taught you how to press them in your sketchbook. She didn’t miss the numerous drawings of a certain someone, and she looked at you disapprovingly.

“What?” You muttered.

“Nothing.” She sighed. “Youth.” 

You felt the underlying implications. “He just has an interesting face!” You defended.

“Whatever you say.”

You didn’t insist.

Days passed and the temperature only dropped further. It was still autumn, but it certainly felt like winter. The rain was constant and loud and cold. It seeped through your clothes and reached your bones, making your teeth clatter whenever you were outside. 

At least, the rides in the bus felt relaxing. You didn’t even mind having to snuggle with other people. They felt warm and soft, with big fuzzy jackets. 

You wouldn’t mind rubbing shoulders with a spike in the bus, but Spikey Thing only showed up when he felt like it.

You’d given him funny nicknames in your head. That’s what he got for playing mysterious. Loser. 

You looked at the door at every jiggle of the bell, hoping to catch a glimpse of his tall wicks, or studded belt, or leather jacket, or red combat boots. It was honestly shameful how disappointed you felt when anyone else entered the shop. 

That didn’t happen often, which left you alone with your thoughts too much. The heavy rain deterred most people from trying to buy flowers, and you had to put inside the pots in the storefront. The wind and rain would have broken the plants. 

You were dripping and you were cold, and tired, and frustrated. 

When the rain stopped for a moment, you went back outside to wipe the front window a little. You didn’t want the grim from the rain to linger on the glass, it was a pain to remove when it was all dry.

“S shapes work much bette’, y’know?”

You almost had a heart-attack. You didn’t hear him coming at all, and he startled you so bad, you almost dropped your cloth. You met his gaze through the reflection in the window. Play it cool, you told yourself, turning to face him properly. “Oh, and what would you know about window washing now?” 

“I was a window washer at some point.”

You snorted. “Wait, you’re actually serious?”

“Wot? Don’t believe me?” He challenged, grabbing the supplies right from your hand and doing the window in record time. And he didn’t need  your little stool to reach the top of the window. And it was really well done too, not a trace left.

“Okay, you win.” You sighed, impressed and defeated at the same time. You smiled as you imagined him just cleaning windows as a job. It made him a tiny bit more ordinary, normal.

“I always do.” He gave you back the supplies, entering the shop before you. “It's bloody freezin’.” Seemed like he also liked the heating in the shop. You followed him quickly. 

Only when you both were inside did you notice how grim he looked, with eyebags deeper than the last time—you’d know, you were lost in his eyes for an embarrassingly long amount of time, and darker spots across the edge of his jaw. The sight somewhat tugged at your heartstring, but you refrained from asking. 

He walked around like he owned the place, leaving behind mud stains. His arms swung lazily along each of his steps. You didn’t even scold him, a bit too happy with him showing up. 

“Missed me?” He asked as he sat down on your stool, behind the counter.

“Forgot you ever existed. Spent the most peaceful week of my life.” You blatantly lied.

“Pft, careful what you say, I got the till in front o’ me.” He teased, gesturing dramatically. “Fuck, you don’t even have a lock on that thing! That’s askin’ for it.” 

You chuckled. “Whenever the amount is over 500£, Rose takes it with her to keep the count.”

“Rose?”

“The owner. My boss.”

“No way. Rose sells roses.”

“Yes way. The shop’s called Rose’s roses for a reason. She made that joke before you.”

A comfortable silence fell after that. He stayed perched behind the counter, watching, while you shuffled the pots from the storefront, trying to find space for them in the crowded shop. You untied ribbons, swapping colors and fluffing petals, pretending you didn’t feel his gaze burning into your back.

“You’re overthinking the display.” His voice pulled you out of your concentration. “Just chuck a load of flowers in a bucket and call it modern art.”

“You’re not helping.” You sighed.

“Good — I’m helping you embrace chaos. It’s liberating.”

“I’m already liberated, thanks.”

“Liberated? You’re folding ribbon into little bows. That’s basically bondage.”

You glared at him. “Why do you even care? You’re not even buying anything.”

“No, but I’m stealin’ some fantastic entertainment.”

You pinched a smile off your lips before going back to fold said ribbon. You heard him fiddle with some stuff behind the counter, but didn't pay him any more attention for the moment. He didn’t bother you either as you took on the rest of your tasks. 

A customer entered, an older gentleman that already visited a couple of times. He often bought flowers for his wife—which you thought was quite adorable. 

“Good afternoon, Mr Anderson!” You greeted cheerfully. He smiled down at you, and you stood up. “How can I help you today?”

“Good afternoon. I am looking for a bouquet for my wife. It’s her birthday, and I wanted something special.”

“Of course. Do you have anything in mind? A theme, certain flowers, colors?”

“For once I was actually counting on your recommendations. I just want something original.”

You hummed, thinking. You usually suggest roses, everybody loved roses, but it was far from original. “Maybe some lilies with lavender…?”

“I got her lavender a couple of weeks ago…”

“Oh right.” You mumbled. Spikey thing from the back suddenly spoke up.  “If you want to give ‘er somethin’ special, maybe get ‘er somethin’ other than flowers.”

Anderson turned, startled, as if only now noticing the man slouched in the corner. His eyes darted to the ripped leather jacket, the spikes, the mud streaked boots, then back to you, wordlessly asking if he was supposed to be part of the staff. 

You turned as well and glared at him. If your eyes could shoot bullets, he’d no longer be living. It had an effect as he coughed and cleared his throat. “I mean, succulents are also an option, and uhh, their blue tint will marry, erm, beautifully with blue flowers over there. Yep. Succulents. Very, erm, modern, strikin’ even.”

You were about to scold him again, but his suggestion made you pause. That was actually a good idea. You turned to Anderson, whose eyes held a mix of confusion and disapproval at this stranger’s involvement. 

You grabbed some chrysanthemums, with a light blueish color, as well as some succulents, a couple of white flowers and other leaves to create a harmonious bouquet. You hated that he had a point. Succulents did work beautifully with chrysanthemums, damn him. He had no business being this obnoxious and occasionally clever.

Anderson looked at you incredulously. “You know what?… That works. I guess. Thank you?” He blinked, almost confused at how this random suggestion gave such a pretty arrangement. 

“You’re welcome.” The punk grinned, satisfied. 

You sighed, as you unceremoniously pushed the boy out of the way to the till to take care of Mr Anderson.

“Blimey, that much?” He exclaimed from behind you and and you shot a glare at him again. “Wildflowers are free and much more personal.” He added. 

Anderson just shook his head, now more amused than anything else. “Funny friend you got yourself.” You gave him a sheepish smile as you handed him his change.

“And I hope you have a marvellous day, good sir.” The deep voice echoed behind you and you swore he did a little bowing gesture. You rolled your eyes at your ‘funny friend’ dramatics. When Anderson finally left the shop, you turned to him.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What the hell was that?”

“Me being a genius. I should probably take your place, you suck at your job. I can wash the window better and I’m a better salesman too.”

You huffed and pushed him out of your way, trying to act more annoyed than you really were. It didn’t work too well as you couldn’t help a chuckle from escaping.

Part five.

[abbysimsfun]

🎆🎊🍾 Happy New Year From the Whole Nesbitt Fam (with Goths, Gordons, Bells, and a Landgraab, too!) 🎇🎉🗓️

I was going to let this post tomorrow, but I kept thinking that's just too late. So this morning was for plot and this afternoon is for pretending the Nesbitts got together for a family portrait on their lawn at midnight on New Year's Eve.

That's the whole main legacy family in one place to ring in the coming year!

Also, it took three decades but I finally picked a couple name for Daisy and Neal. Happy New Year to Neasy and fam, but mostly to you reading this right now! 🎊🍾

I loaded up the game at night and didn't want to wait for morning. Then I struggled for many hours getting this to look even half decent, trying to keep them posed and waiting for them not to all be breathing steam. Finally I got 16 of 17 sims to pose and Heather to stand somewhat as if she's part of the whole thing, so I'm very happy to call this a day night in celebration of founders Daisy and Neal and all they've built together after 32 years of marriage.

clockwise from top left: Conrad Gordon, Lavender Gordon, Tetra Bell, Heather Nesbitt, Karl (Nesbitt) Goth, Mortimer Goth, Samuel "Sammy" Nesbitt, Cassandra (Goth) Nesbitt, Hazel Nesbitt, River Nesbitt, Michael Nesbitt, Neal Nesbitt, Daisy Nesbitt holding granddaughter Betta Bell, Holly (Nesbitt) Bell, Kris Bell, and Ash Landgraab

This is by far the most sims I've posed yet so I'm ringing in the New Year with a new challenge for myself. Despite the poor choice of setting and lighting I'm very happy with it - especially since it took three poses in one to get done.

I mainly used @goldoradove's excellent Happy Family pose for 19 sims. But Tetra could not be found among the feet beneath the sofa so I switched tactics and posed her and Heather with BommieSims' Children's Day posepack (only Tetra stayed put), which I can't actually find to link anymore. If anyone knows where to find it, let me know! And Ash was posed with @somneasims' Our Legacy posepack, which I really like a lot - I also used it for Bella and her fam's cozy Winterfest portrait. Even Heather, who isn't looking at the camera, at least looks engaged in the moment enough (watching Tetra balance on her dad's arm when she should be holding her?!) for me to say I'm happy.

Daisy, Neal, his brother Karl, all four kids and six grandkids, plus son-in-law Kris Bell, daughter-in-law Cassandra, future son-in-law Conrad Gordon, and Karl's husband, Mortimer Goth (he's also Cass' dad and Michael and Sammy's granddad; since they missed out on Bella's Winterfest portrait I definitely had to include them now.)

Thank you for a great first half-year on Simblr. I love this place and all your creativity so much. Here's to 2025 and whatever madness this game we all love throws our way!

Friday, we're leaving this ice box weather and sending Conrad to Sulani in search of George Brindleton, who's gone silent, and hopefully (finally) he'll find Rafa, too!

Gen 2 Start | Gen 2.1 Summary

Gen 1 Start | Gen 1 Summary

And for funsies, the full family group sheet (not including Karl and Morty): for reference, it's basically the end of 2057/start of 2058 in game, Lavender and Betta are two and a half, Sammy is two, Tetra's almost five, Michael is six, and Ash is almost eight already!

Sims In Bloom: Generations 1-3 Family Tree

Daisy Lea (Darden) Nesbitt (2003-) m. Neal Sims Nesbitt (2002-) 1. Heather Lea "Buttercup" Nesbitt (2025-) r. Malcolm Chester Landgraab (2025-) [r. 2046-49] *not pictured* 1. Ash Neal Landgraab (2050-) e. Conrad Stephen Gordon (2025-) 2. Lavender Helena Gordon (2055-) 2. Holly Darden (Nesbitt) Bell (2027-) m. Kristopher "Kris" Michael Bell (2027-) *son of Michael Bell & Cecilia Kang* [m. 2049-] 1. Tetra Daisy Bell (2053-) 2. Betta Cecilia Bell (2055-) 3. River James Nesbitt (2029-) m. Cassandra Enriqueta (Goth) Nesbitt (2028-) [m. 2050-] 1. Michael "Mike" Bachelor Nesbitt (2052-) 2. Samuel "Sammy" Crumplebottom Nesbitt (2056-) 4. Hazel Honey Nesbitt (2033-) div. Nicola Kimberly Moody-McMillan (2033-) [m. 2054-57] *to be seen on @changingplumbob's Dating Deanna starting this winter and not pictured*

[thekeymonster]

Buttercup and Lily Kitty - Botanimal Pet Portrait

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*UPDATE* My Commission queue is now full! Commissions will be closed until next month when I start building my January 2024 queue. Thank you everyone!

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[ahllohehn]

HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERPOST PT.2 (11/19/2024)

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Hermits and The Olympians/Emperors of Olympus is a Hermitcraft/Empires SMP based Percy Jackson AU based off my art and headcanons!

(Please do not use the tags for other PJO AUs as I use them to specifically label what's based off mine.)

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Seperated by art/doodles, headcanons/discussion, fanfics:

# FIRST MASTERPOST LINK

#90 CLEO HCs #91 JIMMY HCs #92 FLOWERHUSBANDS / SHINY DUO HCs #93 TREEBARK AGAIN YES I APOLOGIZE

#94 HATOLI #95 (CARESSES GENTLY) ETHUBS MY LOVES #96 (STRANGLES VIOLENTLY) GRUMBO ATTACK!!! #97 WELCOME TO HEPHAESTUS CABIN

#98 MY ACTUAL DIVORCED PARENTS (CLETHO) #99 A TRILLION LIONS OR THE SUN? (GRUMBO) #100 GALAXY DUO.... SAVE YOURSELVES, GALAXY DUO.... #101 CUB, MY THIRD FAVORITE /J #102 IJEVIN & XBCRAFTED PORTAITS #103 JOEY CRUMBS I GUESS

#104 I NEED TO STFU ABOUT GEM EVENTUALLY #105 MUMSCARIAN IS IN MY BLOOD THO SO NO SHUTTING THE FUCK UP ABOUT THAT REALLY #106 THE DEAL WITH SCOTT AND XORNOTH #107 ... HOW HUNGRY? (SHITPOST)

#108 HATO!MUMBO SKIN! :D #109 SAUSAGE AND FWHIP... AND POOR GEM? #110 FALSEGEM ... GEMSYMMETRY? WTF IS THEIR DUO NAME #111 WE ARE SO BACK, WELCOME HOME NATURE WIVES

#112 MOTHER KNOWS BEST. AFTER ALL, SHE'S THE WORLD. #113 HANAHAKI DISEASE AS A TREAT #114 DADSUMA #115 TANGO EYESTRAIN #115 PAPA K #116 ONE MORE LIL TANGO

#117 VERY DEMURE, VERY MINDFUL #118 GRUMBO STOP DIVORCING I CANT AFFORD MORE TEARS #119 ABANDONED FALSE PORTRAIT #120 WEAPONS #121 JIMMY CARD + EOO TYPOGRAPHY

#122 GRUMBO AU OF A HERMITCRAFT AU #123 BLANK TEMPLATE FOR EMPERORS OF OLYMPUS ID CARDS #124 RENCHANTING #125 JOEY PORTRAIT #126 JOEL PORTRAIT #127 WELCOME BACK SHINYDUO #128 GRUMBO FAMILY PHOTO (ACCURATE HEIGHT TRUST)

#129 THE GIRLIES #130 HATO!JOEY AND LORE DESPITE MYSELF #131 LIST OF CAMP COUNSELLORS #132 APHRODITE AS ARIANA GRIANDE #133 JOE HILLS PORTRAIT #134 GENDERBENT MUMBO N TANGO #135 JIMMY LORE EVEN IM CONFUSED WITH

#136 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST

#137 DEMIGODS AND MAGICIANS (DESERTDUO AND CLINGYDUO) #138 COWABUMMER! #139 XISUMA'S HELMET #140 BIGB PORTRAIT #141 JIMMY PORTRAIT #142 CAMP EMPIRES CHARACTER PORTRAIT SUMMARY

#143 GEM AND ETHO SIBLINGS TRUTHER #144 I LIKE MAKING GRUMBO BE TSUNDERE/SHY TO EACH OTHER #145 STRESSKALL SMILEY FACE #146 POSE PRACTICE - CAPTURE THE FLAG #147 FLOWER RANCHERS #148 PEARL PORTRAIT REDRAW/REDESIGN #149 GIRLBOSS, GASLIGHT, GATEKEEP? #150 GLASSES GRIAN MY BELOVED :) #151 HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS FANFICTION CONTEST SUBMISSIONS LIST

#152 DEMIGOD GEM? #153 YOUNGER BUTTERCUP TRIO AND THEIR CARETAKERS

OTHER HaTO Related Links:

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[bookiezzz]

FOR THRICE I HATH RETURNED❗️❗️ Hope you're doing good :3 for this request, I wanted to see if I could get some Headcanon's of OMORI's Kel, Undertale's Asriel (in young adult years if you don't mind writing him as if the buttercup tragedy didn't happen), & Dungeon Meshi's Laois with a younger brother reader! My thoughts were that reader's been getting very invested & skilled at painting recently, & he's made a spectacular portrait of his brother that's incredibly shy to show to him.

a/n: of course! im sorry this is so late, its been a super rough week for me, but i hope you enjoy!

Kel, Asriel and Laois with a younger brother reader

(who is particularly into painting!)

Kel

— Kel is like the #1 funnest older brother ever real

— He would love to hear you’re getting into painting and art! He would paint and draw with you, and always ask about it.. he’s pretty involved with all your activities.

— Always asking “any new paintings? any new drawings”, and always responds so positively to them, he truly loves them!

— he’ll compliment you on them and then give you a big hug !

— He would also encourage Sally and Hero to look at them as well :)

— So when you come to Kel, saying that you made a painting of him, he gets WILDLY ecstatic.

— in all honesty he would probably cry happy tears, so happy that you like him THAT much that you would paint him.

— But when he sees you’re a bit shy to show him, he’ll put his hand on your shoulder and tell you that he always loves your art! You’re so good at it!! and then you, cautiously, show him your painting of him.

— He smiles ear to ear and hugs you, just repeating thank you, and how good it is, and how he loves it <3

— If you let him, Kel would absolutely, 100000% hang it up in his room.

— He really loves this hobby and all of your paintings, and your talent!

Asriel

— im going to go a bit deltarune-esque on this one lmao

— Asriel is in college, but he still comes home very often to see you, his little brother, and Toriel <3

— He loves his family and doesn’t really like going long periods of time without seeing you both.

— So one day, he comes home and learns you’re into painting, when you excitedly show him a painting you’re working on in the common room!

— He laughs and smiles, saying it looks great. He never really knew you were that into painting; though you were always artsy.

— Asriel asks if you have any more paintings, and you take his hand, bringing him to your room to show him multiple paintings!

— he loves them, and he’ll talk to Toriel about them too!

— The next time Asriel comes home, you hug him and tell him you have a little surprise for him.

— you painted him! you just hoped he’d like it, as you worked really hard. Nonetheless, you were super nervous, trembling as you led your older brother to your room to show him.

— He just puts an arm around you, kneeling down, and telling you that he’s so excited, and that’s… weirdly soothing?

— You open your door and show him the amazing portrait, sitting on an easel.

— He gasps and blinks, a smile creeping onto his face as he kneels down to look at it intently.

— You’re watching nervously as he just looks all around it…

— he suddenly turns around and hugs you tightly! “Thank you.. I love this. This is a great way to come home!” Asriel whispers into your ear. You smile and hug tighter. “Please keep painting.”

Laios

— autism brother

— Laios is literally bouncing off the walls when you tell him you’re into painting. He’s super mega uber x100 excited.

— “THATS SOOOOO COOL”

— He would marvel over your paintings like no other, just admiring them!

— For the next few weeks, you’re working on a particular painting, and are very strict when you say Laois CAN’T see.

— He’ll just say, “Okay…”

— Until one day, you nervously blindfold him and take his hand into your room. You’re very nervous, but Laios’s goofy smile and excited laughs put you much more at ease.

— “1,2,3..” you untie the blindfold and Laios squeals and smiles, rushing over to the painting of him, in his armor.

— He starts talking about how much he loves it, straight up ranting, he says he loves you, and hugs you, multiple times!

— He’d show Falin and would be shaking her, saying: “THAT’S ME!!! ME!!!”

— he loves your paintings and you <3

[petals2fish]

The Good Witch

Day 4 of jily week (hosted by @sunshinemarauder and @kay-elle-cee ) prompt; role reversal

Read on A03

“Alright, Potter?”

James Potter glanced up from his essay to see Lily Evans leaning over his desk. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to be distracting, and he rolled his eyes as she fluffed her red hair for his benefit. There were three reasons she was the most popular witch in school:

1. she’s bloody gorgeous

2. She’s way too good at quidditch

3. She’s a massive show off with an affinity for mischief making

Despite these three things, James still avoided her like the plague. Especially after that incident in potions two weeks ago, where she’d tried to come to his defense after his best friend shouted a slur at him in front of the whole class. He didn’t know what had been more humiliating, Sev blowing up on him, or Lily Evans playing the hero.

James definitely didn’t need her swooping in to defend him. She irked Sev enough that her mere presence makes James’ old friend go blind with rage. James sometimes wondered if Sev actually liked Lily, but hated himself for it.

But then again, who didn’t like Lily and hate themselves for it?

“Do you deliberately go out of your way to find me?” he asked flatly. “You know I can’t stand you at the moment.”

“I think you secretly like me,” she replied, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“You’re insane.”

She was right.

”You’re the one who was staring at me during transfiguration.” She sang, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I caught the snitch in the match last night, so according to our bet, you owe me seven minutes in heaven.”

He really hated himself for giving into her goading at breakfast yesterday. They’d bantered back and forth about how good she actually was at quidditch. James found bantering with her to be a sport of its own, and she sadly excelled at both.

“You’re the only one who agreed to that.” He said, pushing at her to move. She stayed put.

”You shook on it.”

”You picked my hand up and forced me to shake your hand.” James reminded her, “I told you I didn’t want to bet against you.”

Her eyes sparkled mirthlessly, “I love when you accidentally compliment me without realizing it.”

”Go bother someone else,” he begged, “literally anyone else.”

“We’re already a minute in. Why waste time fighting?” She waggled her red eyebrows. “Pucker up, buttercup.”

James snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Don’t I know it.” She just giggled and kicked her feet. “I’ve got Petunia holding the portrait, so no one will walk in on us, don’t be embarrassed. One little kiss never hurt anyone.”

It might kill me, he thought to himself.

James looked around the common room and realized she had somehow cleared everyone out. He sighed and tucked his quill behind his ear. Lily smirked, swiped the quill from him, dipped it in the inkpot, and took his hand.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his face turning red as she guided his palm open.

“Reading your future,” she said nonchalantly, tracing the lines of his palm with the ink, creating intricate patterns.

James swallowed hard, the tickling sensation of the quill giving him goosebumps. “And why are you doing this?”

“Oh,” she clicked her tongue, “it says here that your lifeline is really short, which means you should kiss a hot witch before you die at the ripe young age of fifteen.”

James pulled his hand away. “Let me guess, you’re the hot witch in question?”

She grinned wickedly. “I am pretty hot, don’t you think?”

“Sure,” he muttered, “but your ego is really unattractive.”

She placed a hand on her heart, feigning shock. “Me? My ego? James, James, James.” She lifted his chin with a finger, her green eyes sparkling. “It’s called confidence.”

“Well, I’m confident I don’t want to kiss you,” he shrugged. “You might as well tell your sister to let people back into the common room.”

Lily’s shoulders slumped, her confidence faltering. “Did I do something to make you hate me so much?”

“You mess up your hair to look like you’ve just been on a broomstick,” he said, standing up so he was finally taller than her as she perched on the desk. “You make fun of people for sport. You’re an arrogant toe-rag, and I’d rather kiss the giant squid than make out with you.”

Her frown deepened. “Fine.” She pushed herself away from the desk, her feet hitting the floor with a pronounced thud. “I get it. You’re afraid you might actually like me, so you’re pushing me away. According to Witch Weekly, that just means you’re actually interested.”

James rolled his eyes. “Witch Weekly isn’t exactly where I’d look for dating advice,” he said, absentmindedly brushing imaginary lint from his robe. “That’s not the reason I don’t want to snog you.”

“Then give me a chance,” she insisted. “Go out with me and see if we’re a good match.”

“No.”

“Why not?” She challenged, her eyes narrowing. “Is it because I’m a pure-blood? Because that’s ridiculous. You know I’m nothing like those pure-blood elitists who look down on you or anyone else.”

“Your blood has nothing to do with it,” James said, smoothing down his robe with a dismissive gesture. “I just don’t fancy you.”

Another lie.

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Then why do you blush every time I walk past you in the hall? And why did you stand up for me when Snape called me a useless Quidditch player who’s overrated?”

James shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. “Look, it’s not about what you think. It’s just not going to work.”

“Because your best friend Snape hates me and doesn’t want you talking to me?” Lily guessed.

James blinked in surprise. “You heard him?”

“Of course I did.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “You think I don’t hear what he and his Death Eater wannabe friends say about me? Or Sirius? Or Petunia? We’re all blood traitors because we defend you. I don’t know how you can still be friends with Snape. He’s such a prat.”

“We aren’t as close,” James admitted. “Not after he called me a—” He hesitated, “—a Mudblood.”

Her green eyes softened, and her voice took on a gentler tone. “I would never call you that, you know that, right?”

“Yes.”

He did. Despite her often inflated ego, James was well aware that Lily Evans was a genuinely good witch. If he could turn back time and rewrite his choices, he would have chosen to be friends with her rather than with Severus Snape.

Even though James had grown up alongside Sev, their friendship had become strained over the years. Sev had increasingly aligned himself with those who saw James as an outsider simply because he was the child of two Muggles. The bitterness that had started to poison their relationship had made him realize, too late, that he had been on the wrong path.

But he knew that pursuing anything with Lily Evans, Sev’s sworn adversary, would likely bring more complications than it was worth. Even though he secretly wanted to kiss her, he couldn’t ignore the potential trouble their relationship might stir up.

James was still dealing with the effects of the last encounter between the three of them. He had a feeling if Sev heard James was snogging Lily, Sev might actually kill him. He’d definitely see it as some sort of betrayal. After all, Lily had spent the last five years bullying Sev relentlessly.

As the common room began to fill up again, students weaved around James and Lily, but Lily remained firmly planted in place. She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out and clasping his. The sudden, firm grip caught James off guard, and he instinctively tried to pull away, but Lily held on tightly.

“I’m a straightforward witch, Potter,” she said with a determined edge to her voice. “When I see something I want, I go after it. That’s why I’m such a good Seeker. And let me be clear—I don’t care if you’d rather kiss the giant squid than me. I still want you. So when you finally come to your senses and realize that Snape is toxic and manipulating everything around you, including who you’re allowed to snog, remember that I was the one who warned you. And I’ll be the one still waiting for you.”

James's face turned a deep shade of red, drawing curious glances from those nearby. “Lily, I—I…” he stammered, struggling to find the right words.

“Hey, Potter.” Lily’s sister appeared, her expression haughty. “Snape’s waiting outside the portrait hole. He says he’ll camp out there if you don’t come out right now.”

James winced at the thought of facing Sev after everything that had happened. Especially after Lily’s confession. “Perfect.”

Lily brushed her shoulder against his, a surge of warmth following her touch. “Give him hell for using that slur, or I will,” she said fiercely.

And James believed her.

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For change to occur, sometimes it isn't so much a new start that you need but a shift in perspective.

The theme for Lights on Park Ave Round 57 is perspective.

Here are the prompts:

“The Merchant and the Alchemist’s Gate” by Ted Chiang, a short story about a merchant from medieval Baghdad who recounts tales about gates that allow travel to the past and future

Reghabi asks Mark to consider what life must be like for his innie, the part of his consciousness cleaved off as a separate self to exist solely at work who has no knowledge of their true identity and the outside world in Severance

616 Steve and Tony argue about the Superhero Registration Act at Ororo and T'Challa's wedding

An excerpt from The Dispossessed by Ursula K. Le Guin about needing time and distance to appreciate life and the world

A remastered Earthrise 1 by Bill Anders and an explanation of the overview effect

A quote by James Baldwin about how the role of the lover is the same as the role of an artist

A quote about how the past is always changing as you grow as a person from The House by the Sea by May Sarton

A photoset of The Sisters, a stretch of the I-80 highway in Wyoming

Louis and Lestat's conflicting accounts of each other's involvement in turning Claudia into a vampire in AMC's Interview With the Vampire

Darcy and Elizabeth's unfavorable opinion of each other in BBC's Pride and Prejudice

The interrogation scene from My Cousin Vinny, where Billy thinks he's been arrested for shoplifting while the sheriff thinks Billy murdered a clerk, and the court scene where the sheriff recounts Billy's "confession"

Marianne, Héloïse, and Sophie debate the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice in Céline Sciamma's Portrait of a Lady on Fire

Harry and Sally hating each other and then becoming friends before falling in love over the years in Rob Reiner's When Harry Met Sally

An excerpt from "Lucifer, Full of Light" by Cecilia Woloch about seeing the good in the wreckage of someone and being unable to doom them

616 Steve and Tony mutually admiring each other

Trailer for Hirokazu Koreeda's Monster, a movie about a mother confronting a teacher after her son starts to behave strangely, but nothing is as it seems as different perspectives are shown

"First Memory" - Louise Glück

Buttercup slowly realizes what Westley means when he says "As you wish" as she falls in love in Rob Reiner's The Princess Bride

Elisa explains that the Amphibian Man sees her for who she is in Guillermo del Toro's The Shape of Water

A quote from Reply 1997 about how serious your feelings are at the age of 18 even if they're dismissed as silly

The scene where Steve and Tony yell at each other about Wanda's treatment in CA:CW and meta about Tony's situation, which Steve doesn't know about

Round 57 will end on February 28, 11:59 PM ET (what time is that for me?).

As always, you’re free to jump in whenever you’d like during the round, a wide variety of work types is accepted, and there are no minimum work requirements. Unfinished works and works for other fandom events are allowed. You can find more information about Lights on Park Ave and the participation guidelines here.

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New York Recs 💕🗽

Restaurants and Nightlife

Best Nightlife:)

- Little Sister Lounge- Sophia La Corte loves this place

- Loosies

-Tao downtown is a classic:) Jack had his 22nd birthday here

-Highlight Room

- Daphne

Best Bars:)

-Butterfly Soho

- The Nines (more chic on upper east side, Jackie Kennedy fav)

- Portrait Room 💕

-230 Fifth (best rooftop bar)

- The Mulberry

- Veronika

Hard Reservations spots

- Four Charles (was so good 😋)

-The Corner Store (Haven’t been but very good)

-The Polo Bar (iconic)

- I heard Tatiana is very good on the upper west side

Mexican 🌮

- Los Tacos No. 1 (kinda touristy but really good)

- Tacombi

-Oxomoco

If on Long Island my favorite is Besito 💋

Italian 🍝

-Lupa

- Carbone or go to Parm (It’s good even though it’s a TikTok trap)

-Misi

- Roscioli (fav)

-‘Felice

-Vía Carota (Taylor’s fav

Pizza 🍕

-Prince Street Pizza

- Scars

- Mamas too(good sandwiches too)

- L’industrie (everyone’s fav)

-Rubriosa (my friend had their birthday here and we ate like 10 pies so thin and delicious)

-Cuts and Slices Brooklyn

Sushi 🍣

-Sugarfish (I know basic but it’s so good) 💕

- Takahachi

- Rosella

-Blue Ribbon

(They’re are lots of good places for this one tbh)

Bagels 🥯

-Liberty Bagels

-Popup Bagels

- Tompkins Square Bagels

- Apollo Bagels (go before it may close)

- I grew up with Jumbo Bagels not as famous though 💕

Dessert

-Little Cupcake Bakeshop

- Taiyaki

- You have to try Magnolia and Levain once but not my fav but pretty good and essential to nyc

- From Lucie (Jack Hughes got Sammy cake there me for her birthday)

-La Cabra

-Posh Popup

-Supermoon

- Buttercup Bakery is my fav too

Brunch 🍳

- Sadelles

-Sarabeth’s

-Tartine

- Salt Cure

-Bubby’s

-The Harold

-The Smith

-Clinton Street (best pancakes)

-Thai Diner

Burger 🍔

-Gotham Burger

- 7th Street

Other Amazing Places

- Hillstones

-Semma (Best Indian)

-La Mercerie

- American Bar

- Torrsi

- Quality Meats

-Ichiran (best ramen 🍜)